turn the hourglass [chaos - day 1.5]
Feb 23, 2017 16:27:32 GMT -5
Post by shrimp on Feb 23, 2017 16:27:32 GMT -5
anise himura
[continuation of previous thread,
see upside-down; no right way around in Rose Garden Prime]
see upside-down; no right way around in Rose Garden Prime]
"You came from in there?" Gabby asks, picking a twig out of Anise's hair. It gets caught on one of the fibers as she pulls, and Anise winces ever so slightly. Her body's still in shock - she can feel her eye twitching ever so slightly, and she takes the time for a slower, deeper breath. "I didn't see you at the Bloodbath. There must be another arena somewhere."
It clicks. The images in the halls aren't an alternate reality, just another reality. It's genius, almost - less chaotic for the gamemakers, and more confusing for the tributes. Anise sighs, glancing out of the bush again. Perhaps she should have expected this, it is a quell after all, but her mind's not made for a world turned upside down. Her hands ache for the weight of her fencing sword, for rough plastic mats on the dojo floor. But now she just has her two hands and four colored pieces of wax.
Then, the world roars, and Anise has just enough time to whisper "not again" before the two are sent plummeting into darkness. Gabby's grip is all that keeps her together, as branches tear at her skin and dirt forces her eyes shut once more. The darkness is forever as they fall upwards (or downwards? What is up? What is down?) towards an unreal universe. She doesn't scream this time, her teeth grinding against each other so hard she thinks she'll break.
And just like that, it's over. The two girls plummet into the sky as the topiary lands with a dull thud. "Fuck," Gabby spits, glancing out of the tree. "I can't believe we aren't dead."
Anise turns, wiping the dirt off of her ally's face. "Not yet." Gently, Anise digs into her pockets, grabbing the plants that she collected just before the fall. "Here," she says, placing the herbs into Gabby's palm. A pause.
"Moreno is dead," she states, her voice even. "Didn't even leave his podium." Slowly, she climbs out of the topiary, taking care not to fall back down into oblivion. She dusts herself off before turning towards Gabby.
"We have to move, someone must have noticed." For a moment, she stops, thinks. Out of everything she needs, one of three is acquired. She stretches, hearing her joints pop like an array of explosions. "Plus, we need supplies. And I need more than my fists." Anise glances back at the mansion, standing on its bird legs. They'll have to go back in sooner or later. She can't remember much from her fall, but the opulence was apparent, adoring every hallway and dotting every floor. Perhaps, she thinks, there'll be a sword.
"Please look out for something like this." She takes out a crayon, sketching a sword onto the wall. The hilt is simple, with a grip that fits her hand perfectly. The blade is long and straight, with enough weight to pack a punch. She doesn't need opulence, but knowing the arena that seems to be the only option.
Anise supposes anything will work better than her hands, and at the end of the day she's not sure if she can trust Gabby to look for her - but this is what she's used for years. This is what will get them through the day. She turns around, ready to explain to Gabby why it's important, when there's a thump.
Anise turns, staring at a sword the color of peonies, lying on the ground.
"Oh."
[anise gives gabby 1 bundle of medicinal plants]
[uses medium rose crayon for a sword]